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True to His Colors, 

Margaret Trainor, 



The Fairies' Touch, 

Yiola Torrey, 



How Curiosity Killed the Cat, 

David Hoxie, 



Commenting — Uncle Joe, 

John Breguet, 




Eleanor Mansfield, 



My Muse, 

Hazel Holden, 



A La Mode, 

Flora Manwell, 



The Autobiography of a Pine Tree, 

Helen E. Hazen, 



The Robin, 

Richard Bissell, 



Little John and the Tortoise, 

Edward Foster, 



My Study, 

J. H. Brequet, 







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True To His Colors 

The army was camped in the south- 
ern hills of France, and Jimmy was 
doing sentinel duty. The night was 
close and oppressive, and the hoarse 
voices of the frogs came in an never 
ending chorus to his ears. 

Suddenly he heard a faint sound in 
the bush behind him, but not even by 
the twitching of a muscle did he show 
he had heard it. He seemed always 
absorbed in contemplation of the sleep- 
ing camp. A thousand plans rushed 
to his mind, only to be rejected. Oh! 
how his head throbbed and his pulses 
beat. There was a click, a shot rang 
out and was followed by a struggle in 
the brush. A body fell to the ground, 
and then Jimmy fell fainting with an 
ugly wound in his side. 

After what seemed to be years and 
years to Jimmy, he regained conscious- 
ness; he seemed to have been at home, 
a boy again, bare, brown footed, hunt- 
ing birds' nests and fishing in the long, 
winding, narrow river, and then again, 
he remembered saying "good-bye" to 
Betty, his golden haired, blue-eyed 
sweetheart. But Jimmy was a good 
soldier and remembered his duty for he 
realized death was near. He was not 
afraid to die, but life was sweet, and 
there was Betty. Climbing painfully 
to the tallest brush, he cut a crotched 

stick about six feet tall, crawled back, 
and in the open space drove it into the 
ground with his remaining strength. 
He stopped for a moment exhausted, 
but dared not rest long. He picked up 
his gun, placed it in the crotched part, 
put his cap on the very top, with his 
scarlet scarf below. Then he buttoned 
his army coat around the post, and hav- 
ing buttoned the last button sank back 
with a sigh, half relief, half agony — 

But an immovable sentinel still ap- 
peared to guard the sleeping camp. 

Margaret Trainor, '23. 

The Fairies' Touch 

Dorothy Brown had just moved into 
the country with her parents. 

As she had always lived in a crowd- 
ed city, she thought she could never 
live long enough to get acquainted 
with all the beauties around her. 

Just now she was watching the 
fairies on a beautiful May morning. 
She had read of fairies, but, of course 
she had never thought that they could 
be real. And now she was looking right 
at them. What were they doing? Why ! 
there they were, thousands of them, all 
busily painting. Not painting their 
faces, nor stiff looking pictures on 


paper, but they were actually painting 
the leaves and flowers. And as each 
blade of grass came out that warm 
morning, instantly there was a little 
fairy ready with her paint brush, who 
gracefully splashed each blade with 
green. There were thousands of them, 
too, in the maple tree. Some of them 
were painting the tiny leaves green; 
while others were putting on a tinge of 
red or yellow. And how artistically 
they did it all! Dorothy tried to find 
mistakes but it was all just right. 

And then what did she see right be- 
side her? "Why, it was the tiniest little 
creature, who came over to the buds 
that just started on the apple-tree, and 
dropped a little of the pretty pink from 
her brush onto each petal. Then over 
them all she poured the sweetest per- 
fume ! 

Dorothy watched breathlessly, that 
she might not frighten her until she had 
learned the secret of the fragant blos- 

Just then she heard a bird that had 
started his morning song, but as she 
moved her head to see him, she thought 
she heard her own name. And sure e- 
nough, it was her mother saying, "Dor- 
athy, it is time to get up now." But 
her dream did not fade. Instead, it 
was more real as she went to the win- 
dow and saw every thing just as the 
fairies had left it. 

Viola Torrey, '23. 

How Curiosity Killed the Cat 

"Kuriosity Kilt a Kat," at least so 
says Sam Perkins and other comic cha- 
racters; and you think it when you 
wish to tell someone to mind his busi- 

ness in a polite manner. But did you 
ever think of how the phrase originat- 
ed? Probably not, for you have utter- 
ed it on the impulse, and immediately 
forgotten it. 

But how did it originate? Was it a 
Kilkenny, Angora, Three-colored or 
Bob cat? Well, we will illustrate by a 
cat of the World War fields, and let 
her mate tell the story. 

"I used to live with Pierre Francois, 
a French farmer. He gave me plenty 
of milk and often some meat ; and I 
was well contented with my lot. But 
he went away, and I never saw him a- 
gain; and his son fed me for quite a 
while. But one day, a band of men, all 
dressed alike, came to the house, and 
when they left, Robert and his mother 
lay quietly on the floor. I purred and 
rubbed against them but they did not 
stir, so I went out to the barn. To my 
surprise all the cows were gone. I staid 
around there for some time, living on 
any-thing I could eat. But after a 
while food became so scarce that I went 
away. I came across some other cats, 
all gaunt and lean, who travelled to- 
gether for food — ,though little was 
found. We even had to attack men, we 
were so hungry ; though we seldom got 
one as they had some thing which spat 
fire worse than "Kit the Great," who 
was my wife and helpmate. Alas, poor 
Kit ! such a darling she was even in 
her old coat, with her poor gaunt 

One day. Kit and I saw some men go 
into a house and we decided to attack 
them as they came out. We hid in the 
bushes, and waited some time for them 
to reappear. As they came out, one 
stayed to put a small round object on 
the top step, and Kit with her woman's 


natural curiosity had to watch. So the 
rest of the men went by before she real- 
ized what had happened, and we lost 
our dinner. 

1 intended to immediately follow this 
man, but again Kit's curiosity interven- 
ed, and I knew enough about her temp- 
er not to interfere. She went up to the 
object on the step and began to pat and 
roll it. Instantly there came an explo- 
sion and I never saw Kit again. But 
one day, I found her tail which I kept 
for a couple days for remembrance, but 
at last hunger over came sentiment and 
nothing was left of poor Kit." 

So that is how curiosity not only 
made her lose her dinner, but also 
killed the cat. 

D. E. Hoxie, '25. 

Commenting — Uncle Joe. 

Now May glides on ter June, 

Boys an' goils go out ter spoon, 

Jus' az' dusk begins ter low'r, — 

If there's a moon, ther'U sure be more. 

Together at a long-a 'pinted spot. 

I'd be embarassed, but 'tis easy like az' 

not, — 
But then I'm old, an' gitting older, 
N 'ar wz ' bold, an ' won 't be bolder ; 
But jus' the same, I bet it's fun 
Ta go out walking, when the day is 

I'd like ter go jus' once — yit — well — I 

wouldn 't, 
Fer ta put ma' arm around 'em, — I — I 

jus' couldn't. 
There now, I got my breath again, 
I wish I had the courage o' lot a' men, 
Fer it mus' ta be a super-gorgeous 

Ta be walking with a goil, an' hear the 

boidies sing. 

So every time a couple pas ' the farm, 
I prefer ta look at Cupid, than at the 

"Fer nothing's bad but thinkin' makes 

it so," 
Az' ole Bill Shakespeare use ta' say 

ya' know. 
But now, I think the morrow '11 bring 

us rain, 
I ough'ta git my 'taters in jus' the 


J. H. Breguet, '23. 


Mother's in the kitchen, washing out 

the bottles; 
Sis is in the pantry putting in the 

stoppers ; 
Father's in the cellar mixing up the 

Johnny's on the front porch, watching 

for the cops. 

Eleanor Mansfield, '24. 

My Muse 

Seated one day by a river. 

My thoughts went rambling on ; 

I sat in a bit of darkness. 
Selfish, downhearted, alone. 

Did you ever see, as you have mused, 

The world in gray or blue ? 
And suddenly find in your better mind, 

A beautiful roseate hue? 

I did, and the wonderful afterglow 
A beautiful thing has meant ; 

For it taught me, in my humble sphere, 
The beauty of present content. 

Hazel Holden, '25. 


A La Mode 

Old King Tut lay in his tomb 

For many many years, 
All around him spread the gloom 

Where he was laid with tears. 

Heaped about him lay his treasures — 
Chairs and cours of gold 

Golf clubs, cards, and all his pleasures- 
No one knows how old. 

Till one day up on his sleep 
There burst an English man. 

'Twas enough to make Tut weep 
For at once a stir began. 

The paper men ran to and fro 

To tell this wondrous find, 
Our great country was all aglow; 

The news filled every mind. 

And now Tut here and now Tut there, 

Is all we hear today, 
All Tut anck amen things to wear 

King Tut is all the say. 

Flora Manwell, '24. 

The Autobiography of a Pine Tree 

I stand at the top of a wooded hill 
over-looking a serene and peaceful val- 
ley called Williamsburg. I am old, 
very old indeed. There is a scar on my 
side from a British bullet from the 
times we were at war in the eighteenth 
century. I am so old that no one can 
remember my history except myself. 

Iwas planted by a wolf that ran 
along this ridge. He had been lying 
on a bed of pine cones, and I clung to 
his shaggy coat. I fell off here and 
began to grow. My long roots, which 

have aided me in my growth, reach 
deep into the fertile soil. I well re- 
member my early days. A family of 
foxes lived among my roots then. Each 
day the fox cubs romped in the sun- 
shine. One day two men came and 
killed them. Both men inspected me 
and one said as they turned to go down 
the mountain, "That will be a fine tree 
in our grandchildren's time". Soon 
some birds came and lived among my 
branches, and sang their sweet morn- 
ing carols to me. Then a chipmunk 
was added to my list of tenants. 

One pleasant afternoon I noticed a 
great stir in the valley. I realized that 
a new homestead was being erected in 
that tiny hamlet. Many nights have I 
anxiously watched some dark, stealthy 
figures hovering around the little 
groups of homesteads, and sometimes a 
glaring blaze would dart to the heav- 
ens. I have watched that hamlet grow, 
and have gloried in it. Each new 
colonial home was a source of joy ta 
me as well as to its owner. T knew 
that the town had grown rapidly. I 
recollect well the erection of the 
churches and the high school, of which 
T could obtain a fine view from my 
lofty perch. I remember the Pageant, 
too. How well it was enacted! Vivid 
pictures of the olden days — the danger, 
the toil, and its reward, living once 
again in my village. I thrilled with 
pride to view the spirit of my com- 

As I grew, school children gathered 
for their picnics under my branches ; a 
young lady came and as a momento 
she carried away several creditable 
daubs of my sticky pitch. And an au- 
thoress often used to lift her hand to 
caress me as she wrote. "Verses to 
the Stately Pine" which I considered 


silly rubbish. But I long to have her 
come again. 

Now I am left alone. Here I stand, 
where God placed me, musing and 
planning for that beautiful village in 
the valley, which I have watched and 
loved for so many generations. 

Hazel E. Holden, '25. 

Outlines of History 

I have often tried to play baseball 
but never had much luck, so when Mr. 
Johnson told me that I might become a 
member of the 3rd team, I followed 
each game carefully. One day, Bisbee 
and Kellogg having been knocked out, 
I was put in. 

Prom that experience came the in- 
spiration for this confession : 

I found myself at the homeplate, 

Decidedly ill at ease. 

My ball-bat wobbled perceptibly, 

But did not out-do my knees. 

The umpire meanwhile called "Two 

strikes ' ' 
And then he called a "Ball!" 
But the next one was so sudden 
That I didn't see it at all. 
But I swung in desperation, 
And hit it too, by heck ! 
I started to run, but returned again 
At my fellows' call and beck, 
For 'twas a foul ball — and that is all, 
Except — I saved my neck. 

David Hoxie, '25. 

The Robin 

she flew, each time circling around a 
small apple tree, in which was her nest. 
It was a bird that I knew well, for she 
had built her nest in this same tree for 
two or three years. In my spare time 
I had often watched her flying about 
here and there for material with which 
to build her nest. Although this was 
dull sport for me, it passed away the 

On going to the tree I found my pet 
kitten about to seize one of the baby 
birds from the nest. I was very angry 
at seeing this but controlled myself. I 
took her to the house and fed her 
enough milk to keep her from getting 
hungry right away. Then I went back 
to the nest where I found that one of 
the birds, the one which, I thought, the 
kitten had selected for her morning 
breakfast, was dead. I took her care- 
fully in my cap and underneath this 
tree started my burial grounds for 
dumb animals. Then I selected some 
small boards and built a bird house 
with a door not large enough to admit 
bird catchers. 

Having secured peace at last I began 
to think of the time I was half an hour 
late on reaching my work, and so, was 
discharged. This did not bother me 
much, for on leaving the shop, I board- 
ed a street car and soon got work at 
the "Dumb Animals' Society" and am 
drawing good pay. 

The Robin has moved her nest and is 
now living in "the house that Dick 

Richard Bissell, '26. 

Little John and the Tortoise 

One morning as I was on my way to 
work, I saw a robin flying about in 
great agitation. In and out of the barn 

Little John was in the big oak tree 
in the woods playing the game of make- 



Suddenly there was a crash in the 
bushes but it was only the woodman 
carrying a big turtle which hung by 
its teeth to an axe handle. 

Little John was afraid of the turtle, 
but the woodman said he would tell 
him a story. Here it is: 

A long time ago there weren't any 
divisions of animals but they were all 
like lizards, and were midway between 
them and frogs. Old Mother Nature 
was sloshing around in her hip boots 
one day and every time she 'd step on a 
lizard down she would go "plop" into 
the water. So she rushed back to her 
house and tooted her horn. This horn 
was a shell all twisted and turned out 
of shape. When she sounded it, all 
the animals rushed to her. 

This time she gave them wings, arms, 
claws, legs and all kinds of twisted 
necks and tails. Old Mother Nature 
was getting ready to lock up her store- 
house when she saw a lizard leaving 
on the foot-scraper. 

"What's the matter with you?" she 

He answered with a yawn. "I! I'm 

just-ahhh-resting ! " 

"Well wake up and pick out some- 

"You do it for me. I'm too tired to 
fly, I 'd rather rest than eat, and if you 
gave me legs I couldn't rest and run 
at the same time and I don't like to 

" I '11 fix you. ' ' She stood and looked 
at him for a while. 

' ' Come along, ' ' she said and grabbed 
him by the neck. She took him into 
the house and placed him between two 
tin pot covers and soldered them to- 

gether. His neck wasn't quite long 
enough so she cut off his head, attached 
a piece of rubber hose and then glued 
his head back on. 

"There" said the woodman to little 
John, "Now you know the story of 
how the tortoise got his house, and 
headlights ; and how he got that rubber 
neck that he can pull into his house 
whenever he gets to pokin' it into oth- 
er people's business too much." 

Edward Foster, 25. 

My Study 

Men may have their studies 

Among old musty books, 

But the place I have my study is 

Made up of little brooks. 

Yes ! my study is the river fair, 

With flowers, trees, skies reflected 

Nature real and reflected blended, 
By soothing winds to Nature lended. 

J. H. Breguet, '23. 

Wouldn't it Seem Queer If: 

1. Francis Manwell began a recita- 
tion without saying ' ' Why — a. ' ' 

2. Gerald Rood would go to the 
board without writing G. V. R. 

3. Gerald Aldrieh came to school 
five days in a week. 

4. Donna Emrick came to school 
without her comb. 

5. Charles Watling didn't borrow 
any ear-tickets. 





Catherine Burke, '23 


Anita Smith, '24 Francis Manwell, '24 

Edward Schuler, '24 


School Notes, Margaret Trainer, '23 

Athletics, Louis Black, '23 

Jokes, Bartley Gordon, '23 

Alumni, Helena Breguet, '23 

Business Manager, John Breguet, '23 

Assistant Business Managers 
Eleanor Mansfield, '24 Wenonah Webb, '24 

Charles Watling, '24 Eobert Smiley, '25 

Victoria Stempkowski, '26 

Treasurer, Chester Stempkowski, '23 

Faculty Adviser 

Anne T. Dunphy, Principal. 


With the appearance of this book (or 
Year Book) the class of 1923 hopes to 
bring into existence a custom at W. H. 
S. which is now natiou-wide. While 
we lay no claim to the innovation of a 
school book at W. H. S., we hope that 
we will be successful enough to arouse 
among the following classes interest 
enough to perpetuate the custom. In 
as much as our circulation and re- 
sources are limited, we have been 
forced to be satisfied with a very small 
beginning of what we trust will become 
a very important undertaking in years 
to come. How well we have succeeded 
under these limitations will be for you 
to decide, gentle reader, and may your 
judgment be tempered with kindness. 

completion of our course, the world 
would lie before us. Now that we have 
reached that summit we find that while 
we have learned many, many things, 
there is still much more to learn. Along 
every rocky trail, some roses will be 
found, even though at times they may 
be protected by sharp thorns : so too, 
along our paths of study, we have en- 
joyed many pleasant times and so we 
hope to do. May the pleasant memories 
cling to us who are on the threshold of 
life, wondering what the future holds 
for us. 

Catherine Burke, '23. 

We, the class of '23 have reached 
the heights of four years of toil. When 
starting out, we imagined that with the 

The Debating Society 

The students of the Williamsburg 
High School, having in mind, the in- 
terest of their Alma Mater have united 
their efforts in the progress of their 
Debating Society. The members of the 
Junior and Senior classes alone are 
eligible for this society yearly. 

The officers of the society for the 
year 1923 are as follows : President, 
Barthy Gordon ; Vice-President, Alice 
Graves ; Secretary and Treasurer, Fran- 
cis Manwell. The members of the ex- 
ecutive committee are John Breguet, 
Catherine Burk and Anita Smith. 

The purpose of this society is to pro- 
mote and practice the use of better 
English, to promote clear and accurate 
thinking ; ability for repartee and facil- 
ity in public speaking. 

On account of the recent establish- 
ment of the society, there has not been 
extensive activity in regard to it, al- 
though we have had one good debate, 
the question under consideration being, 
"Resolved: That voters should be in 
dependent of political parties." 



In spite of the fact that a great deal 
has not been accomplished thus far, we 
sincerely hope that we have started a 
society that will knit more closely the 
attitude of the students toward, and 
their interest in school affairs. It 
should increase school spirit, arouse en- 
thusiasm and produce the results for 
which the society has been established 
and for which it will endlessly strive. 

Bartley Gordon, '23. 

School Spirit 

School spirit? Oh yes, of course. 
And we shrug our shoulders with an 
I-know-all-about-that air and pass on 
to something else. But do we really 
know and feel this indefinable principle 
of our school life and success? Do we 
have that love and devotion to our 
Alma Mater which makes us give our 
best efforts in her behalf? And do we 
appreciate her gifts to us? 

With it we are spurred on to work 
for the honor of our school — to do our 
share toward making it excel all others. 
This is a general idea of the much- 
talked of subject. 

It can be shown in many particular 
ways. We can "get out" for games 
and encourage our teams. The right 
attitude tolerates no knockers, a mod- 
ern brand of destructive critics. A very 
small portion of criticism is allowable 
with a good share of encouragement 
and effort. We want to help our teams 
to win, or losing to help them stand the 

Athletics however offers but one of 
the many ways by which we may test 
our loyalty. The main purpose of our 
school life, found on the winding (and 
sometimes rocky) road of knowledge 

gives us an excellent opportunity to 
show "of what we are." The right 
attitude makes a desire for the uphold- 
ing a high standard of scholarship, 
urges us on to work for the honor of 
our school. 

The spirit of cooperation, work, and 
love for our Alma Mater — this is school 

Let us take counsel. Shall we shrug 
our shoulders and pass on? 

Francis Manwell, '24. 


In the later part of September the 
Girls' Athletic Association went on a 
hike to Goshen, the Land of Plenty. 
This term, the Land of Plenty, usually 
means plenty of chicken dinners at the 
Goshen Hotel, but to the Girls ' Athletic 
Association it meant plenty of hot dogs 
and roasted marshmallows by the road- 

On Friday evening, October 20th, the 
upper classes tendered the "freshies" 
a reception at the school hall. The 
usual stunts were performed upon the 
"freshies", who took their medicine in 
good spirit. They were highly repaid 
for their entertainment with refresh- 
ments of ice cream and cake. Dancing 
finished the evening's entertainment. 
Two members of our faculty were 
among the missing at this reception. 
One of them, we later heard, came the 
nearest to matrimony that one ever can 
come without really taking the oath 

We wish to take this opportunity to 
thank Mr. Johnson for the holiday in 
"Math" which he so kindly made pos- 



sible for us by failing to make liis ap- 
pearance one Monday in November. An 
end was put to our worries over his 
welfare and whereabouts, when at three 
o'clock he rushed wildly down the 
street and into the building. His pres- 
ence among us once more surely was a 
source of pleasure to all. 

During the basketball season the 
boys' and girls' basketball teams and 
a number of fans enjoyed a truck ride 
to Ashfield. Their ardor, however, 
was not the least bit dampened by two 
defeats, which was so well proved by 
the spirit of merriment and happiness 
that prevailed in the truck on the 
homeward trip. 

The custom of having Friday morn- 
ing assembly exercises has been estab- 
lished in the school this year. These 
exercises are under the supervision of 
Miss Merrifield. 

No winter is complete without a 
sleigh ride. With this in mind a num- 
ber of the Juniors and Seniors, with 
some of the faculty and Alumni, 
planned a sleigh ride to Goshen. After 
partaking of a delicious supper of hot 
dogs and beans all repaired to the 
dance hall where the greatest part of 
the evening's entertainment was held. 
The party, much to the sorrcfev of all, 
had to break up and return to Burgy 
all too soon. Each and every one de- 
clared that he had had, this night, one 
of the best times of his life. 

With the arrival of spring some of 
our boys began to show their skill as 
chauffeurs. Ed. Schuler, Dick Breck- 
inridge, and Bill Purrington, in turn, 
received licenses. Since then these 
boys have risen in the estimation of 
some of our fair young ladies. 

As a part of the Civics course, the 
Sophomore and Junior classes, under 
the direction of Miss Toole, prepared a 

trial. This trial took place at the 
school hall on Friday afternoon, April 
6th. The defendant, his lawyer and 
witnesses were members of the Junior 
class. The district attorney and the 
witnesses for the Commonwealth were 
members of the Sophomore class. The 
judge and jury were selected from the 
Senior class. The indictment was 
"Making and passing counterfeit 
money." The jury was unable to 
come to an agreement, so the vote stood 
seven to five in favor of the Common- 
wealth. The trial was such a success 
that the classes were requested to re- 
peat it publicly. It was repeated on 
Monday evening, April 23rd, much to 
the pleasure and appreciation of the 

Many members of our school deemed 
it wise to be on the sick list this 
spring, thereby enjoying an extra va- 
cation. The prevalent diseases were 
scarlet fever, mumps, and typhoid 
fever. The Senior class president and 
Senior vice-president both had the mis- 
fortune to be ill at the same time, one 
with scarlet fever, the other with 

The biggest event of the year, as 
usual, was the Junior-Senior Prom- 
enade, held on May 11th. Contrary to 
other years the attendance was limited 
to the members of the two classes and 
one guest each. The usual amount of 
dancing was indulged in. Music was 
furnished by Miller's orchestra of 

The Debating Society, composed of 
members of the Junior and Senior 
classes, had a formal debate on Friday, 
June 1st. The subject of the debate 
was : Resolved that voters should be 
independent of political parties. The 
affirmative arguments were put forth 
by Charles Roberge, Alma Graves, and 



Wennonah Webb. The negative was 
upheld by Francis Manwell, Lyndal 
Cranson, and Edward Schuler. The 
judges were the remaining members of 
the two classes. The decision was 
made in favor of the negative. 

This spring the Seniors, desirous of 
adding to their class fund, held a dance 
in the town hall. An unusual crowd 
attended and the sum of twenty dol- 
lars was realized. 

Two of our most ambitious young 
men, Edward Schuler and Charles Ro- 
berge, have accepted positions to con- 
sume some of their leisure time out- 
side of school. The former has accept- 
ed a position at E. V. Dunphy's store 
in Haydenville ; the latter has accepted 
a similar position at T. M. Carter's 
store in Williamsburg. Now we un- 
derstand why some of the girls have 
acquired such a taste for candy and ice 

Throughout the year the Seniors 
have sold candy to members of the 
school at recess, noon time, and after 
school. The money thus earned has 
been added to the class fund. This 
candy selling has swelled the fund very 
favorably and the Seniors intend to use 
this money to good advantage for the 
benefit of the school. 

Gerald Aldrich attended school 
May 25. 

This year for the first time, the 
Washington Franklin medal has been 
awarded for excellency in the study of 
United States History. The member 
of the Senior class who received the 
medal this year was Lewis Black. 

Another custom which has been start- 
ed by the class of '23 is the presenta- 
tion of a class gift to their Alma Mater. 
This gift presented this year was a pic- 
ture of "The Reading From Homer." 

Commencement exercises take place 
June 26th, 27th, and 28th. These ex- 
ercises conclude a happy and success- 
ful school year for the members of 
Burgy High School. 

Alumni reunion will be held on Fri- 
day evening, June 29th. It is the most 
ardent desire of the executive commit- 
tee that all the alumni make a special 
effort to be present at the reunion this 




College Course : 
Catherine Burke* 
Bartley Gordon* 
Chester Stempkowski 
Minnie Stetson 
Helen Tetro 

General Course: 
Annie Bates 
Lewis Black* 
Helena Breguet 
John Breguet* 
Lyndal Cranson* 
Marion Graham 
Beatrice Miller 
Anna Patterson 
Charles Roberge* 
Viola Torrey 

Margaret Trainor* 

Pupils belonging to the Honor 

The following members have a part 
in the Graduation Exercises : 
Address of Welcome, John Breguet 
Class History, Margaret Trainor 

Class Prophecy, Minnie Stetson 

Prophecy on Prophetess, Helen Tetro 
Class Oration, Bartley Gordon 

Class Will, Lewis Black 

Farewell Address, Lyndal Cranson 




After a two year period, the Athletic 
interest in the high school has re- 
awakened. This year may be termed 
a sacrifice. The boys had not been 
having teams for a year or two. Many 
of them had never before taken part 
in Athletics. Nevertheless, due to Mr. 
Johnson's fine coaching, before the sea- 
son ended, they were players of whom 
we could be proud. This spirit was 
exemplified by the work of some four 
or five faithful ones, who entertained 
no hope of making the team, loyally 
turned out at every practice to help 
the first team. In this connection, we 
also wish to give a word of praise to 
so many of the girls who regularly at- 
tended the games and cheered the play- 
ers on to greater effort. 

Nor was this the only way in which 
the girls showed their fine sporting 
spirit. Their season was, to say the 
least, very successful. The basketball 
team whose members were, Anita 
Smith, Helena Breguet, Margaret 
Trainor, Marion Graham and Cather- 
ine Burke, won two games from Hat- 
field and one from Ashfield and lost one 
to Ashfield. 

The boys' team although not success- 
ful in one sense of the word, were a 
decided success in the truest and real 
purpose of athletic competition. A 
policy of clean athletics cleanly played 
was strictly adhered to. Until the final 
whistle blew not one would ease in the 
slightest, his best endeavor to win. 

The younger boys caught this spirit. 
An atmosphere of "do something for 
Burgy" rapidly developing, next year 
a team will go onto the floor with a 
confidence borne alike of greater school 
spirit and the remembrance of this 
year's hard fought battles. 

Material prospects for next year are 
bright. In basketball Schuler, captain 
of this season remains to lead the team 
again. With him, there are sever: 
other veterans, including Foster, Rood, 
Goodwin, and Purrington. With this 
nucleus to build upon, Burgy can and 
will turn out a winning team by hard 
practice and support of the school. 

The spirit of the basketball season 
lasted throughout the baseball season. 
Games were played with Ashfield and 
Belchertown. The latter was given 
stubborn opposition in the last game. 



Stempkowski pitching for W. H. S. 
showed fine form and held Belchertown 
to p.ix runs against the five of W. H. 
S. A sad accident occurred in this 
game. Catcher Roberge of W. H. S. 
collided with a base-runner of Belch- 
ertown. Roberge was taken to the 
doctor who pronounced that his nose 
was not broken "but badly bent." 

Next year, let us resolve to turn on 
to practice, support the teams and fight 
for Burgy, then we can surely sing 
"Our Boys Will Shine." 


Class of 1922. 

Mildred Atherton, school teacher. 
Mountain Street. 

Mildred Ball, nurse, Dickinson Hos- 

Margaret Burke, New Rochelle Col- 

Alice Damon, Bay Path Institute, 

Rowena Damon, Westfield Normal 

Gertrude Goodwin, nurse, Dickinson 

Mildred Heath, Bay Path Institute, 

Helen Nash, at home. 

Edith Nichols, school teacher, Mon- 

Other members of the alumni who 
are at present studying elsewhere : 

Helen Benoit, '21, Amherst Agricul- 
tural College. 

Robert Brown, '21, University of Illi- 

Wilfred Graves, '21, Amherst Col- 

Bernard Mansfield, '21, Catholic Uni- 
versity, Washington, D. C. 

Richard Smith, '21, Boston Univer- 

Members of alumni who are being 
graduated this year: 

Raymond Burke, '19, Holy Cross 

Elizabeth Dunphy, '20, North Adams 
Normal School. 

Clifford Loomis, '20, New England 
Conservatory of Music. 

Gladys Miller, '19, New England 
Conservatory of Music. 

Helena Breguet, '23. 


Recollections now are coming 

Of our classmates staunch and true, 

As I think and dwell upon it, 
I am taken back with you, — 

Back to hours we spent together 
With our teachers ever keen 

To instruct us in life's lessons, 
And in vain it has not been. 

For since then, with paths diverging. 
Thoughts of them will come anew, 

Thoughts of noble aspirations, 
Purpose strong and lofty, too. 

For those noble aspirations 
AVere to us an upward guide; 

If we ever keep them foremost, 
We shall safely cross the tide. 

May they find, with firm endeavor, 
For the right we ever stand, 

Ever loyal to each other, 

Till we reach the Fatherland. 

Mrs. Carrie N. Graves. 




One of the saddening features at the 
close of each school year is the fare- 
well to the graduating class. It is with 
real sorrow that we say adieu to the 
splendid class of 1923. They have been 
an example and an inspiration to all 
the younger classes and have been 
very helpful in the various school ac- 
tivities of their four years' stay. Three 
of the boys showed marked ability on 
the basketball floor and four of the 
girls helped to bring the girls' team to 
victory many times. We shall certainly 
miss their dignified presence and cheery 
faces in the halls and on the stairs. We 
shall miss their voices in the music 
period and in short we shall miss them 
everywhere. Once more we say fare- 
well and we shall watch with interest 
the progress, and hope for the success 
of each and every member of this class. 

Flora Manwell. 


Why Should! It? 

Mr. Johnson (addressing Buehman) : 
'Are you living?" 
Buckman : "It makes no difference. ' ' 

What Would Happen If: 

Any one day, we had a perfect Latin 

Charles Eoberge read without substi- 
tuting for the words in the book. 

No one was on afternoon session list. 

Miss Merrifield to Bisbee during 
English class: "What does 'collier' 

Bisbee: "Silence." 

Miss M.: "Man or woman?" 

Bisbee: "Man." 

Did You Say History? 

When Fred LaValley was asked 
where he received all his knowledge of 
American History, he said from "the 

Heard in English Class. 

Miss M. : "What does the word 
'troth' mean?" 

Lester Damon: "Something we eat 
out of." 

One of our worthy Sophomores was 
told that he wouldn't show his ignor- 
ance so much if he kept his mouth shut. 

Heard* in Room 2 

Miss T. : "What does the word 
'olympus' mean?" 

Fred Field: "It is a theatre in 

A Brilliant Answer 

Miss Dunphy: "What is the fem- 
inine of 'merchant'?" 

Fred Field: "Merchandise."" 

A New Kind of Mathematics. 

Mr. Johnson: "How much is three 
times three?" 
Gordon: "Six." 
Mr. Johnson: "Yes, that's right." 

We Don't Doubt It! 

Miss Toole (addressing Buckman) : 
'Are you present?" 
Buckman: "I don't know." 

Lost His Sense of Direction. 

Bartley Gordon was hurrying to 
catch the 2 :45 car from school. In his 
excitement he took the wrong door and 
found himself in the basement. 

Maybe he thought he was going 
home on a subway. 

Question: What girl in the Sopho- 
more Class reminds you of what an 
artist does? 

Answer : Dobbs. 

Question: When Lewis Black asked 
Daisy if he might see her home, what 
did she say? 

Answer : Wait. 

Question: Why can't the Class of 
'25 he beaten? 

Answer: Because of its fast P"'ords, 
that is, its Lizzies. 

Question: What girl's name in this 
school reminds you of a small fish? 

Answer : Minnie. 

Question: Why does Theresa's name 
remind you of pre-prohibition days? 
Answer: Because it's ry-an'. (Ryan). 

Question: Why are Wenonah's feet 
like those of a duck? 

Answer: Because they are Webbed. 
(Wenonah Webb.) 

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